[ Derek falls into a quiet for a few minutes that's not entirely uncharacteristic for him, but - still feels a little off, given how active he's been in the conversation. He just walks into the woods, deeper and deeper, and it's hard to know what he's thinking, until he finally speaks up again. ]
I can build you one. If you're serious. Might not be the prettiest thing in the world, but - you wouldn't technically be living with me if you slept there, so I don't think it'd break any rules.
[ They get to a point in the woods where there's not a lot of light filtering through the canopy, and this is where he wants to be, apparently. He stops walking, turns on his heel, gets a better look at Tate. ]
Just... you know. It'd - just be for us.
[ Just Derek, just Tate. Maybe Stiles, if Tate wants to invite him in. It's unspoken, but clear - Tate couldn't invite anyone over, just like he can't invite anyone to the beach. ]
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I can build you one. If you're serious. Might not be the prettiest thing in the world, but - you wouldn't technically be living with me if you slept there, so I don't think it'd break any rules.
[ They get to a point in the woods where there's not a lot of light filtering through the canopy, and this is where he wants to be, apparently. He stops walking, turns on his heel, gets a better look at Tate. ]
Just... you know. It'd - just be for us.
[ Just Derek, just Tate. Maybe Stiles, if Tate wants to invite him in. It's unspoken, but clear - Tate couldn't invite anyone over, just like he can't invite anyone to the beach. ]